The Education of Victoria Read Free

uncomfortable chair at the end of the row and looked around me. The curtains had been drawn as night had now fallen. Many oil lamps had been lit so that the room was very light. A large candelabrum dangled over the fur-strewn couch.
    ‘Ah, you have joined us at last, Victoria,’ said Madame Hulot impatiently. ‘Punctuality is a virtue we foster here. Gentlemen do not like to be kept waiting.’ She left and a few moments later Madame Thackeray swept in, beaming at each of us new girls.
    ‘Wonderful, girls. You now look as though you belong here and are ready for your instruction to begin. This evening you have nothing to do but watch. I want you to concentrate on what you will see and what I have to tell you. You will observe certain techniques which you will be studying during your time here so do not worry if you do not understand tonight.’
    I had no idea what she was talking about but as she moved to take up a seat at the side of the room Beatrice reappeared and, without looking at Madame Thackeray, or the six of us, she went to stand by the couch and began to look at herself in the large glass mirror that was behind it. A moment later a young man entered the room. I recognised him as the blond servant who had helped me from the carriage. Now, however, he was wearing evening dress and looked exceptionally smart and aristocratic. I wondered about the meaning of his change of attire but things soon started to happen. He stepped up behind Beatrice, put a hand on her bare shoulder and spun her around. When she faced him he bent his neck and placed his lips on hers.
    ‘For the purpose of this evening’s demonstration, ladies, you must imagine that Eric is the man that Beatrice wishes to marry and that he desires her as his wife.’ Madame’s words seemed to provide some explanation for the deep kissing that was going on. I presumed that we were watching a theatrical performance with Eric and Beatrice as the actors. However, the manner in which they clung to each other and inserted tongues into each other’s mouths did seem to go beyond the realms of acting that I was familiar with. Bill had only placed his lips on mine for moments, but as I watched I began to wish that I had responded as Beatrice was doing now.
    The pair parted and Eric began to undo the buttons on Beatrice’s gown which, conveniently for him, were situated at the front.
    ‘Men often find the small buttons of a gown difficult to undo, so you must learn to assist discreetly,’ Madame continued. Indeed Beatrice had assisted so quickly that the gown had slipped to the floor and she revealed not the white corset that I and the other girls wore but a blood-red garment with black lacing. Beatrice now turned her attention to Eric. ‘You will also have to acquire the skill of undoing the fastenings of the male vestments.’ Beatrice certainly had the skill because Eric was swiftly divested of his jacket, stiff collar and shirt and trousers. In the same time he had kicked off his shoes and stockings. He wore no underclothes.
    For the first time in my life a man stood naked in front of me, but his attention was on Beatrice. His buttocks were white firm globes and he stood with his feet a little apart. He gave Beatrice a gentle push and she fell back on to the couch. Now I could see in the mirror beyond them the front of Eric’s body. He had a strong muscular chest, but my eyes were drawn to his member which was as firm as a broom pole and stood out at a right angle from his body. I never knew that it could be come so large. The tip was a shiny purple and shaped like a massive toadstool.
    ‘As you can see, it takes little to arouse a man. The skill comes in prolonging the arousal and giving satisfaction.’ Beatrice had by sleight of hand unfastened her stockings so now when Eric took hold of the vivid red knickers he was able to pull them off in one swift, fluid movement. Beatrice spread her legs wide and bent her knees, pulling her feet up onto the